Wamide’s Newsletter

Hey, you. Valentine’s season always has a way of exposing us. There are people who are in love, people who are in love with the idea of love, and people who are “fine” but tweeting through it with opinions, memes, and emotional commentary. It’s a funny time of year because somehow everyone is involved, whether they admit it or not. But if you’re in love, the real, soft, calm-but-exciting kind, I hope you’re letting yourself enjoy it properly. There’s no need to shrink it, downplay it, or act detached for aesthetics. You look at your person  and smile for no real reason, and even thinking about them makes you feel lighter. It feels like warmth instead of anxiety, peace instead of confusion, safety instead of guessing. And then there are the people who aren’t necessarily in love with a person, but with the idea of love itself. The fantasy of it. The experience of it. The closeness, the companionship, the romance, the feeling of being chosen. Loving love more than loving someone ...

Hey you, Happy 2026! Let’s clear something up real quick: it’s January (emotionally, at least). You don’t need to have everything figured out yet. You don’t need to be in full beast mode. You just need to understand yourself -  your pace, your limits, and what you’re actually capable of sustaining without crashing out by March. You don’t need to be everywhere, doing everything, all at once. Moving at someone else’s pace is a shortcut to exhaustion.  It’s easy to feel like you’re behind when the timelines are loud and the pressure is louder. But growth isn’t a race, and burnout is not a badge of honor.  Now … a gentle but necessary reminder: things won’t work if you don’t. Manifesting is cute. Very cute. But the universe is not about to do all the work while you’re laid up waiting for a breakthrough. You can’t want the results and dodge the effort. Rest is allowed. Laziness disguised as “trusting the process” ? Not so much. Vision boards are inspiring, affirmations are p...

I’m One Notification Away From Screaming! It’s getting ridiculous. One more notification, one more message, and I might actually relocate to a village with no network. And the worst part? I need the internet to survive. So I’m stuck here. Online. Forever. It feels like every corner of life is trying to get my attention at the same time. Even silence is making noise. Everything is demanding something, and none of it is small. Everyday feels like someone is adding one extra task, one extra notification, one extra expectation. At this point, it feels like the entire planet is overstimulated. Everyone is fighting for five minutes of peace like it’s a ticket to paradise. Notifications are basically jump scares. Emails should come with a warning label. And social media? That’s a full-blown carnival with no closing hours. People are supposed to “stay informed,” but no one specifies what exactly they’re supposed to be informed about. Half the updates have nothing to do with their actual lives....

You know what nobody really talks about? The kind of depression that lets you function. The kind where you're showing up. You're getting dressed, taking pictures and posting highlights. You're laughing at jokes and being the friend people actually want around. You're being a good daughter, a good sister, a good partner, a good colleague. You're going to the gym and doing your skincare routine like clockwork. You're checking every box society says you're supposed to check. And somehow, nobody realizes you’re falling apart, not even you.  I’ve been there for months. I was functioning  so well that I almost convinced myself nothing was wrong. I'd wake up and go like I was on autopilot,  just moving through the day and performing a role I'd memorized too well. Get dressed. Show up. Do the work. Smile. And the weird part? It actually worked. Or so I thought  But inside, there was this black hole. A literal void that no amount of productivity, self care, r...

Hey, you. Can you believe how far we’ve come? I remember 17 like it was yesterday. This year has been… different. A year of quiet shifts, if I’m being poetic about it. The kind where you wake up one morning and realize you think differently now. I’ve grown in ways I didn’t even know I needed to. I think more clearly now. I feel more grounded. I’ve learned how to put me first. Not in a selfish way, but in a “my peace is premium” way.  To actually take care of myself — not just in the “face mask and journaling” way (though those are non-negotiables, thank you very much) , but in the real, deep sense. Resting without guilt, setting boundaries, buying that dress because I want to, keeping my word to myself. Growth looks good on me, I can’t lie. I’ve become that girl who enjoys her own company. Who lights a candle, plays her Lana Del Rey playlist, and actually enjoys the silence. Solo dates, random walks and playlists that make me feel like the main character. But I’ve also grown to...

Hey, it’s me again.  Oversharing on the internet so you don’t feel alone in your chaos. When did you become Usain Bolt? You’ve secretly turned into an emotional sprinter. The second something starts feeling deep or serious, you lace up your imaginary running shoes and vanish. And I get it. Life has dealt you heartbreaks, disappointments, betrayals, and random incidents that left dents on you. So now you guard yourself like a bouncer - nobody gets in no matter who they are. You call it “protecting your peace” but half the time it’s just fear in disguise. The fear of being seen, fear of being hurt again, fear that this will end like that other thing did. You probably don’t even notice how fast you run. That relationship? The moment there’s a disagreement, you’re already rehearsing your dramatic exit speech in the shower, when all it might actually need is one honest conversation (and maybe one deep breath) to work through it. (Lie that you’ve not done this before. Well, I have)...